Sebastian Stan Imagines

Lance Tucker - Volleyball Coach

A/n: First of all, thank you so much for 1k reads! It means so much to me! <3

I'm in school volleyball right now, and while I was training, I thought, "Wow, what if Lance Tucker was my volleyball coach?" And I KNEW I had to write an imagine. And before any of you say anything, I know he's a gymnastic coach, buttt, let's pretend he does volleyball instead. :3

Summary: You're in college volleyball, and you didn't know your boyfriend Lance Tucker had signed up to be a coach.

"Set! Spike! Oh my God! Set the goddamn ball, Y/n!" Lance yelled, as you bumped the volleyball.

"I'm not setter!" You argued, as the otherside rolled the ball back.

"Well, you should know in volleyball it's bump, set, spike!" Lance said.

"Calm down," Your coach, Miss Missi said. "Y/n, that was fine. But listen to Lance."

Wrinkling your forehead, when the Miss Missi turned around, you flipped Lance off.

"Again!" Lance yelled, and you overhand served the volleyball over, as the team started yelling. Once they made it over to your side, they bumped, and it was headed towards the middle, but no one was there.

Sliding on the ground, you were able to hit the ball of the ground, and your setter tipped the ball over.

"YES!" Lance yelled, as you got up, brushing dust off your knee pads. The other volleyball players cheered.

"Now, if you did that in a real game," Coach Missi said. "That'd be somethin'."

"Wow," You thought.

"Thanks...?" You said. Coach Missi nodded, blowing her whistle.

"AGAIN!" She yelled, having you jump.

"HEADS!" The team yelled, as the volleyball headed towards you, but you set it, as the other players bumped and spiked it over. 

"Take 5!" Missi yelled, and you went over to your water bottle, taking a long swig.

Lance came over to you, taking your water bottle and taking a sip.

"Hey!" You said, swatting his chest.

Lance chuckled, screwing the lid back on and handing it to you.

"My bad," He said.

"Yeah, you're bad," You said. "Jesus, I don't even know how Missi accepted to hire you. All you do is yell at me."

"Yeah, cause you're not setting the ball," Lance said.

You dropped your jaw.

"Have you seen what I'm doing?" You asked, scoffing. "I just slid on the goddamn ground, don't say that wasn't somethin'."

Lance chuckled again, wrapping his arms around you and pecking your lips.

"You look great," He mumbled. "And you're the best Varsity player they got."

You scoffed.

"That's nice," You said. 

"I'm trying to give you a compliment!" He said. 

You looked at him, seriously, as if it was a staring contest.

He looked back at you, but you gave him, pressing your lips against his.

"You're eyes are too pretty," You said. "I can never win against you."

Lance smiled, kissing your forehead. 

"Go get 'em, princess," He said, as you slipped out of his arms. "AND SET THE GODDAMN BALL Y/N!"

A/n: Up next, Sebastian Stan love interview Pt. 2